RP samples. (to be added to later)
RP examples
In no particular order
My Mikey Way against Frank Iero
Frank(17:04:39): Frank set his cigarette down in an ashtray and tugged on some clothes. He wandered through the house until he found Lucy, scooping her up and giving her a kiss. "Hey puppykins, we're gonna go see Uncle Mikey!" He smiled, grabbing his keys and picking his cigarette back up, finishing the end of it and lighting up another as he headed over to Mikey's. He went inside without knocking. "Mikeyway!"
pleadingxguilty (17:10:10): "Frank!" He yelled back, not even trying to roll them into one name vocally. It probably wouldn't work quite the same way his own name seemed to anyway. "I'm on the couch." he added, even though that much was probably obvious - it was where Mikey usually was, really. He was currently leant out across the thing, legs dancing off the end, eating banana chips and watching random crap on TV.
Frank 17:19:51): "Hey," Frank said, coming into the living room and sitting down on top of Mikey. "Hey Mikey, I think there's something wrong with you couch, it's all lumpy!" He giggled, trying to balance himself while keeping the wiggling puppy under one arm and taking a drag off of his cigarette with the other.
pleadingxguilty (17:21:24): Mikey made an 'oomph!' noise, and wriggled a bit, slightly disgruntled. "I think you need to go and put your glasses on." he told the other, before laughing a bit, because this was kind of ridiculous, and yet so very Frank. "Maybe if you stand up, wait about ten seconds, then sit down, the lumpiness will go away." he informed him, given that right now he really couldn't move.
Frank (17:27:56): Frank laughed, standing up and waiting for Mikey to move before sitting back down on the couch. "I don't believe the two of you have properly met. Lucy, Mikey. Mikey, Lucy," Frank said, holding the bulldog puppy out to Mikey. "She's been helping me keep it together, haven't you, puppykins?" he cooed to the dog.
pleadingxguilty (17:31:23): "When did you get her?" Mikey asked curiously, looking at the puppy, and yes, she really was quite cute. He gently took her, and found that no, she wasn't too heavy, but she was even more adorable and affectionate up close, he decided more or less immediately. "Aww, Frank, she's lovely." he said, with a grin on his lips.
Frank (17:33:15): "I got her last week," Frank said, as his eyes turned a little sad. "Um. Roo put her on hold for me at the shelter Forrest was working at. Before he went into rehab." He looked down a little and shrugged, playing with his lip ring.
pleadingxguilty (17:36:34): Mikey felt a stab of bittersweet empathy, and glanced across at one of his closest friends. It hurt him to see the other hurting like this. "Ah." He said, and really, it was all that he could think of to say. "Well, at least she's company, right?" he asked, petting the puppy, and glancing at Frank, trying to read the other's expression.
Frank (17:41:06): "Yeah," Frank said, looking over at the puppy and smiling. "So how are you? What's this confusion you speak of?" he asked, trying to switch the subject away from him and his miserable love life.
pleadingxguilty(17:42:39): Mikey sighed a bit. "Mike, in general." he answered, shaking his head a bit. "Just...ugh." he said, not really wanting to unload on Frank, because really, the guitarist wasn't going through the best of times, and it was unfair. Plus this was kind of like a whole stuck record thing. Mikey was always confused over what he wanted with Mike, and he didn't necessarily think it was a good thing. Maybe if he stopped this, the answer would become obvious.
Frank (17:47:12): Frank shook his head. "Dude, that guy is fucking insane, man. Don't tell me you guys hooked up again?" He groaned, finishing his cigarette and stubbing it out in an ashtray on Mikey's coffee table. "Seriously, I know he's the babymama but you need to keep it at that and move on, man."
My Gerard Way against Justin Pierre
pleadingxguilty (18:55:04): Gerard was sat out on the balcony of the hotel suite, sketchbook in hand, along with a sketching pencil. His eraser and sharpener on the floor next to him, along with a can of diet coke. He looked out across the scene and drew what he saw, really feeling relaxed.
Justin (19:01:05): Justin took a long, long time in the shower, because he was just that relaxed and he didn't want to get out just yet, until finally the water started going cold. So, he wrapped a towel around his waist until he could slip on a tee shirt and a pair of jeans, because he wasn't comfortable walking out onto the balcony with his scar visible, so. He leaned to kiss the side of Gerard's head, smiling. "Hey, baby."
pleadingxguilty(19:03:16): Gerard looked around, looking up, and kissed Justin on the lips. "Hey, nice shower?" he asked lightly, glancing at the man's still-wet hair.
Justin (19:05:03): "Yep." He nodded, shaking his head a little to drip water around, grinning a bit. "Whatcha drawing?" He asked pointlessly.
pleadingxguilty(19:07:26): "That stuff." He motioned, out to the scene beyond the balcony. "I wanna remember it." he explained softly. "I got this sketchbook for the trip, I haven't done much, but you know." he said lightly.
Justin (19:08:22): He tucked Gerard's hair behind his ear and then leaned over the railing, his hands on his elbows. "I like it here." He murmured, sucking his lower lip.
pleadingxguilty Gerard nodded, watching him. "Me too, this was a good choice for a last minute run." he agreed. "And it really is relaxing. Even if I have heard that my brother's engagement almost managed to get busted up, I really don't care right now." He sighed, before cursing himself. "That makes me sound inconsiderate, I know, but there's nothing I can do from here."
Justin (19:11:26): "How the hell did that happen?" He asked, looking over at Gerard curiously, turning to face him as he leaned back against the railing, his head cocked to the side. "By the way, you do not get to nitpick at my use of phrases like 'so', 'kind of', 'maybe', that kind of thing."
Girl! Patrick against Pete Wentz
pleadingxguilty (00:11:22): It was hot. Well, Warped tour was always hot, but it seemed especially hot sitting where she was now. There was no wind, and the brochure thing that she was using as a self-styled fan really wasn't doing much to help the situation, because all she was doing was fanning hot air onto herself. Despite the short length of her skirt, and how small her strappy top was, nothing seemed to help in this heat, and she was sure that if Joe hadn't bothered her into putting high factor suncream on earlier, she'd be a delicate shade of pink right now. Maybe moving inside the bus would help, but then she couldn't watch everyone go past her. And really, where was the fun in guy-watching if there were no guys to watch?
Pete (00:15:41): Stealthily, Pete runs between the buses, hiding from the Lovato cousins. He holds his super-soaker Military style and peeks around the side of his bus. The coast is clear besides an unsuspecting Trish sitting out by their buses door. A wide smirk crosses his face as he steps out quickly and opens fire on his best friend. "TAKE NO PRISONIERS!" he yells and soaks through her white top before starting to run a couple feet away, watching to see if she chases him.
pleadingxguilty (00:18:50): "Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz, you fucking...." She yelled, still sat there pretty shocked, noticing that her bra was becoming quite clearly visible beneath the soaked top. "Ugh. Boys." She grumbled, even though they both knew that she really didn't mean it. She complained a lot about living with a bunch of guys, but she wouldn't have traded it for the world, not one bit. "You're going to pay later." She informed him, before changing tack almost immediately and getting up, deciding just to chase him and steal that damned water gun and get revenge then and there.
Pete (00:22:21): "You'll never catch me alive!!" he yells and starts running from Trish. "That's a sexy polka dotted braaaaaa!" Pete laughs as he runs and dodges the other guys that are walking around, some laughing and trying to catch Pete to help Trish out. He bobs and weaves before running up to the fence. He turns around and holds his gun at ready. "Hey, hey, don't kill me. You love me. And you're not hot anymore, huh? Yeah, I'm a savior!"
pleadingxguilty (00:24:32): "You're also an asshole, Pete." She said, before closing in on him properly. Okay, so she wasn't hot anymore. That was one plus. However, most of The Warped Tour crew had now seen her favourite bra. For that, he wasn't doing to be so easily forgiven. "Did you say you wanted your hair to get wet Pete?" She asked sweetly, stepping in to attempt to take the water gun.
Pete(00:26:11): "No! No! I just straightened it! C'mon Trish! You look all hot, wet. It's amazing." He nods and can't shake the grin off his face. He knows the grin is gonna make her madder but he can see the bra more clearly now, he remember helpiung her pick it out during one of their stops at a mall.
pleadingxguilty(00:27:24): She grabbed the water gun from him, and gave him her very best 'angry pout' look. "Well maybe I think you look hot with frizzy hair." She pointed out, before pumping the thing, and aiming up, firing it almost immediately after, and making sure that her best friend got one hell of a lot wetter than she did.
Pete (00:33:29): "Nooooooo! I'm meltinggggg!" he yells and tries to cover his hair, he had a flair for the dramatic. Once he's soaking wet, hair included he finally feels the spray stop. "You are soooo much meaner then I am, god!" Pete launches his wet body at his smaller friend and wraps himself around her, making sure to soak her more in his extremely wet hug. "But I love you! Have a hug!"
pleadingxguilty(00:34:39): "Nooo! Not wet hugs!" She complained, beforeleaning a hand to mess up his hair some. "And I'm the mean one?" She asked, raising an eyebrow ironically. "And yeah, I love you too Pete." She laughed. "So what actually were you doing running around with a super soaker?" She asked, just our of pure curiosity.
Pete (00:35:22): "HIDING FROM US!" Tony screams as he and Matt run by and soak both Pete and Trish. They run off again, high fiving and laughing. "Yeah that pretty much sums it up." Pete nods and looks sheepishly at Trish.
pleadingxguilty (00:37:20): "Oh, wonderful." She sighed, wringing his hair out a bit, before giving up and laughing. "Evens?" She asked, offering a hand. Well, okay, she'd soaked him more, but they were both equally pretty damn wet, if she was honest.
Pete (00:40:54): "Yep." He shakes her hand then pulls her into a tight hug. "But you totally have to help me get them back." Pete laughs and wraps his arm around her neck, heading back to their bus so they can change. "Midtown is doing the party tonight, you gonna come be my wing-woman?" he asks.
pleadingxguilty (00:42:04): "Oh, would I miss a party with the Midtown boys?" She asked with a grin. "But of course, I'm pretty willing to be your wing-woman anytime." She added, and it was true. Usually she was Pete's wing-woman, and that seemed to be a role that fit both of them well.
Pete (00:43:55): "Awesome. You gotta say that I have a huge dick, okay? I'm eyeing that one girl from the catering truck. But I'm not sure. If she ends up hating me or something I don't want her spitting in my food." He says as he walks and opens the door for Trish when they get to the bus.
pleadingxguilty (00:45:14): She rolled her eyes at him. "Pete, do you want her to think we're fucking? because if I say something like that, she almost definitely will." She sighed, wondering how Pete managed to get girls at all when he was so very dim sometimes. She walked into the bus, going straight for the bunk area to change her damp clothes.
Pete (00:47:04): "If she asks just tell her that you see my naked, everyone knows I'm not modest." He says and pulls his soaked shirt off, just deciding not to wear one for the rest of the night, his nipple piercing were healed nicely.
pleadingxguilty (00:49:04): Rolling her eyes again, Trish just laughed at him. "Alright Pete, whatever you say." She answered, shaking her head. He was will very, very clueless. She closed the door behind her and changed her outfit quickly, into something with a dark top next time.
Pete Wentz against Patrick Stump
Patrick (22:24:09): "FUCKING... THAT HURT!" Patrick shouted, punching out at the arm that had smacked his face while he was asleep. It was Pete, with that God Damned camera again. "Pete... dude, I'm trying to sleep." He said, narrowing his eyes. "What if I said I don't want to be in your stupid movie anyways?" he asked, turning over and pulling his blanket up over himself, ignoring a pothead laugh from Joe. Andy was driving.
pleadingxguilty (22:26:17): Pete himself began laughing about there, before turning the camera back to his own face, Evidently the shape of things to come. "Apparently, you'll have to talk to me, seeing as Patrick doesn't want to be filmed." He explained, before pointing it back at the lead singer anyway. "And if you don't, you'll have to tell me very clearly. Several times." he explained. It was common knowledge that Pete Wentz did not listen.
Patrick (22:32:37): Patrick looked over his shoulder back at the camera, realizing it was catching the backside of his head. He blushed. "God dammit Pete I'll break that fucking thing in half." he threatened, pulling the blanket up over him, even though it was hot and muggy weather. He could never get over the climate changes. Patrick has a sweating habit.
pleadingxguilty (22:35:05): He began laughing maniacally again, before closing the camera and thus putting it into sleep mode. "My battery was starting to run out anyway. We need to get to the next hotel so we can charge it." He added, hoping that if he mentioned it, someone would tell him when the next hotel stop was. Pete was disorganised as hell.
Patrick (22:41:45): Patrick rolled his eyes and tried to fall asleep, trusting that the camera was safely put away he kicked the blanket off his sweating body. "Annnndy... when are we going to be somewhere with air conditioning?" he asked, shouting up to the man who was currently blasting out the from seat with Metallica in order to stay awake. "WHAT?!" Andy called back. "AIR CONDITIONING!" Patrick called again. "IT'S BROKEN." Andy said, turning around in his seat and looking back. Patrick looked at him like he was crazy. "ROAD... God.. Crazy fucking Hippy. LOOk AT THE ROAD." Joe jsut laughed. Andy turned around, shrugging.
pleadingxguilty (22:43:18): Pete watched Joe laughing, because although he was used to Joe and his illegal substances, it was still pretty funny, all in all. "We'll be somewhere soon enough, I'm guessing. It's gotta be pretty late." he nodded, because even third-rate hotels generally had air conditioning. And in this heat, it was necessary.
I'll add more later.
With RP, I tend to match whatever I'm given to work with. The more detail other people write with, the more I will.
My character list:
- Gerard Way
- Mikey Way
- Ian Watkins
- Trish Stump (Girl! Patrick)
- Pete Wentz
- Sean Smith
- Matt Good
-Bert McCracken